trap.
01-28-2013, 03:43 PM
02-17-2002
Planet87 (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8559)
If this kid is Tyson,I'm Ali-hit em wit a lyrical "cross"/
If you wanteda battle you caught it,cauhgt it like you Randy Moss/
Hahahahaha! that sucked.
Round 1:
Throwin 'punches" like I'm Holyfield-show Tyson the "real deal"/
Dont "bite" son-that amateur type shit doesnt appeal/
Keep you on the "ropes"-leave you "hangin" like an "ornament"/
Lyrical extortionist-eliminate you from the tournament/
Round 2:
Tyson-You call that skill? My thoughts will leave you paralyzed/
Dont be surprised-your loss was prophesized plus your lines are memorized/
Domination with slight complexity-next to me you cant amount/
Planet 87 has won-Tyson is "down for the count!"/
Round 3:
Crushin Tyson wit blows-come harder than brass-knuckles/
If you were laughing before-these will be you last-chuckles/
the way I brought this vet to his knees-my respect is guaranteed/
This rapscallion felt like battlin and caught a case of humility/
Round 4:
Tyson,kiss your title goodbye- I incapacitate "Dark Knights"/
Been meaning to ask you this question-"Are you a fucin hermaphrodite?"/
Your rhymes are gay,your style is whack and you probably wont even post/
Heard you and your mamma did it-did you hit it from "coast to coast?"......Well,so did I!!
tyson (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=95)
Planet87 vs. Tyson
Massive Minds? We'll Smash ya Rhymes, Vets Get Ripped, We Bash ya Lines...
In New York - Your Body's Catchin' Knicks, and I ain't Even Passin' Dimes...
battle verse a nobody, build ya rep with legos then wreck it down..
This kid was never herd uv... until sun rays started effectin' cows... (heard of)
fucc'a'step ahead of you, I'm a hole flight, like second floors in AA kids...
My styles SICK, I don't know whats 'grocer', my rhymes or if SafeWay is... (grosser)
Your nothing but a small dickryder, like thermometers, it ain't fair-in-height...
attached head to dick, what a fruit... no wonder they call you a pear-a-site...
fucc this...
Planet Eighty Seven, I'll make this man just lay in heaven...
a loser that serf the net, like the grandest wave and peasants...
lmfao..
umm...
This guys eyes get sewed... whenever you step to Tyson's Flows...
your dead, police looking for a 'caws', they should start with the Cries of Crows... (cause)
...whatever.
Planet87 (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8559)
If this kid is Tyson,I'm Ali-hit em wit a lyrical "cross"/
If you wanteda battle you caught it,cauhgt it like you Randy Moss/
Hahahahaha! that sucked.
Round 1:
Throwin 'punches" like I'm Holyfield-show Tyson the "real deal"/
Dont "bite" son-that amateur type shit doesnt appeal/
Keep you on the "ropes"-leave you "hangin" like an "ornament"/
Lyrical extortionist-eliminate you from the tournament/
Round 2:
Tyson-You call that skill? My thoughts will leave you paralyzed/
Dont be surprised-your loss was prophesized plus your lines are memorized/
Domination with slight complexity-next to me you cant amount/
Planet 87 has won-Tyson is "down for the count!"/
Round 3:
Crushin Tyson wit blows-come harder than brass-knuckles/
If you were laughing before-these will be you last-chuckles/
the way I brought this vet to his knees-my respect is guaranteed/
This rapscallion felt like battlin and caught a case of humility/
Round 4:
Tyson,kiss your title goodbye- I incapacitate "Dark Knights"/
Been meaning to ask you this question-"Are you a fucin hermaphrodite?"/
Your rhymes are gay,your style is whack and you probably wont even post/
Heard you and your mamma did it-did you hit it from "coast to coast?"......Well,so did I!!
tyson (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=95)
Planet87 vs. Tyson
Massive Minds? We'll Smash ya Rhymes, Vets Get Ripped, We Bash ya Lines...
In New York - Your Body's Catchin' Knicks, and I ain't Even Passin' Dimes...
battle verse a nobody, build ya rep with legos then wreck it down..
This kid was never herd uv... until sun rays started effectin' cows... (heard of)
fucc'a'step ahead of you, I'm a hole flight, like second floors in AA kids...
My styles SICK, I don't know whats 'grocer', my rhymes or if SafeWay is... (grosser)
Your nothing but a small dickryder, like thermometers, it ain't fair-in-height...
attached head to dick, what a fruit... no wonder they call you a pear-a-site...
fucc this...
Planet Eighty Seven, I'll make this man just lay in heaven...
a loser that serf the net, like the grandest wave and peasants...
lmfao..
umm...
This guys eyes get sewed... whenever you step to Tyson's Flows...
your dead, police looking for a 'caws', they should start with the Cries of Crows... (cause)
...whatever.